hi mahi I have more ideas! there have been a lot of summer storms near me, perhaps a landoscar drabble where Lando is afraid of thunder?
ill take all your fears away.
summary: oscar distracting lando from the storm
words: 579
warnings: smut, dry humping
Lando was sprawled on Oscar's couch like he owned the place, one ankle hooked over the armrest, scrolling through his phone. Outside, the sky had gone a dark grey colour. The first low roll of thunder rattled the windows.
Oscar glanced up from the kitchen, almost feeling the little jump Lando did. "You okay?"
"Fine." Lando didn't look up. "Just thunder. Not a big deal,"
Another crack, sharper this time. The lights flickered. Lando's thumb froze mid-scroll. His jaw tightened for half a second before the smirk snapped back into place.
"See? Barely noticed."
Oscar set the mug down and walked over. He dropped onto the couch beside him, close enough that their thighs touched.
"You're jumping every time it hits."
"I'm not-" Another boom shook the building. Lando's shoulders jerked. He scowled. "Shut up."
Oscar simply reached over, took the phone out of Lando's hand, and set it on the coffee table. Then he grabbed Lando's waist and settled him onto his lap.
Lando's hands immediately found Oscar's neck.
"What are you doing?"
"Distracting you."
Oscar leaned in and kissed him slowly. Lando made a small, surprised sound against his mouth, then opened for him, tongue sliding in without protest.
Thunder cracked again. Lando tensed. Oscar bit his lower lip, just hard enough to pull his attention back.
"Focus on me," Oscar murmured.
The denim of their jeans pressed together, the hard line of Oscar's cock already obvious against Lando's. Lando's breath hitched as Oscar rolled his hips up once, letting the friction drag.
"Like that," Oscar murmured against his mouth, kissing him again, deeper this time. His fingers dug into the soft give of Lando's waist, urging him to move.
Lando did. He rocked forward, grinding down hard enough that the seam of his jeans dragged right over the sensitive head of his own cock.
A low sound escaped him, as thunder rolled again outside.
"Fuck," Lando's forehead dropped to Oscar's. His hands slid from Oscar's neck down to his shoulders, clutching as he started to find a rhythm. Slow at first, then a little faster, chasing the heat.
Oscar bit Lando's lip again, then soothed it with his tongue. "That's it. Just feel me,"
One hand slid around to the small of Lando's back, pressing him closer so their chests brushed with every grind. The other stayed locked on his hip, controlling the pace, pulling Lando down harder.
Lando's thighs tensed around Oscar's. He was fully hard now, the front of his jeans damp where the head of his cock had leaked against the fabric.
Each slow, grinding thrust dragged that wet spot against Oscar's own hardness, the friction causing his breath to stutter.
Thunder cracked louder. Lando's whole body jerked, but Oscar didn't let him pull away. He simply rolled his hips up in a deep, filthy circle, grinding the thick ridge of his cock right against Lando's, and kissed the sound out of his mouth before it could form.
"Okay?" Oscar asked, voice rough.
Lando nodded against his lips, already moving again, faster now, chasing the building pressure. His hands fisted in Oscar's shirt as he grounded down harder, the dry heat of denim on denim turning slicker by the second from the wetness seeping through.
Oscar matched him thrust for thrust, guiding every roll of Lando's hips until the couch was creaking steadily beneath them and the only sound louder than the storm was the soft, desperate friction of their bodies moving together.
i hope u liked it ❤️ never stop sending me ideas my bbg
A few months into the bond, Lando and Oscar are happily settling into their new normal. It’s a bit mental, navigating full moons, race weekends, and rumours in the press, but pack life is good.
Then the messages start. Someone thinks Lando belongs somewhere else, and their obsession means they’ll stop at nothing to “save” him from the werewolves.
I guess I'm back with the "MAXIEL IN MY BLOODSTREAM, NOW!!!" part of my brain because the song [me and my husband] by mitski 100% made me think about maxiel angst and I don't even exactly know who's suffering but Pingu told me (this is fact btw) that Daniel fans tend to make him suffer and I really see that with my works now that involve the two of them. I JUST CAN'T HELP IT- They also said I have skill in writing angst so I'm just like (insert keyboard smash here) but I've been (creatively) writing for some time now so it makes sense. I was just thinking of maxiel angst but it's so funny that my brain switched to that while I was laying in bed in the dark besides the light of my screen while my ankles hurt like okay! I guess today/tonight is that kind of day/night!
Ok like more about the marching band au thing I was thinking about.
Tbh i think George would be more inclined to do colorguard because of the need to be graceful. Idk i can’t really describe it but I see him as one of the vets who all the rookies look up to and admire. (One of those rookies being kimi 👀). He’s the typa guy that’s always counting the loudest and his form is always on point. Now that I think more about it he’d probably be a captain.
Kimi would obv be a rookie in drumline(is that possible?idfk and i don’t gaf). He’s like one of those loud kids that never shut up. He likes watching what the other sections do, especially colorguard.
